Quick Wear: The White-Eyed Wolf Punishment Plan

Yan Siqing used up all his strength and said hoarsely, "I'm afraid it's not just a cold." He sobbed and looked at Lang Guo reluctantly, "It might be a serious illness."

Then there was another soft whimper.

She seemed to ignore the old lady the whole time, but the old lady didn't bother her.

It turned out that the face had turned pale with fear when hearing about the serious illness.

Her legs were so weak that she was about to fall backwards, but luckily the nanny beside her supported her.

"Call... call the doctor, get Doctor Huang from Miaoling Hall to come to me!"

She was so angry that she couldn't vent her anger and could only let the nanny help her leave in shame.

The trembling look when stepping into the threshold was really funny. Yan Siqing withdrew his gaze coldly and said, "Old thing, I can't cure you anymore."

Then he looked at Lang Guoer tenderly and gently stroked the little girl's swollen eyelids with his fingertips.

"Don't cry, go to the kitchen and see if my medicine is ready. I may feel better after I take it."

This gentle voice was coaxing, and Lang Guoer stopped crying immediately and nodded firmly, "Well, Miss, wait a minute, I'll go now."

After everyone left, Yan Siqing looked at the handkerchief again and clicked his tongue in amusement.

There was something evil mixed in her blood just now, which seeped into her skin. For a while, this old witch had to bear it, so that she would remember this lesson for a long time.

Although she knew clearly that her son was not really dead, she still insisted that the original owner keep vigil for him all the time. In the original plot, the original owner kept vigil alone for several nights in the cold wind. The other servants were taking turns, but she, a lady, had to feel so depressed.

Now that she is here, none of these people can escape.

It is said that that night, Wei Jin had a high fever and even had symptoms such as coughing and vomiting in the middle of the night, which took a lot of toll on her old bones.

Doctor Huang from Miaolingtang prescribed some medicine for her, but after taking the first dose, it had little effect.

Wei Jinshi had said during the day that Yan Siqing was faking illness, but now that it had become contagious, she had no choice but to shut up.

It’s just that Yan Siqing was pretending, but Wei Jinshi was really sick.

But even so, on the day of her son Wei Rongxiu's burial, she still went to see him off despite her sick body.

Before, I thought she wouldn't be too sad to know about her son's fake death, but now it seems that she doesn't need to pretend to be tired, hurt and weak!

Yan Siqing wanted to cause trouble, so naturally he came.

At that time, everyone was offering incense for the last time before the burial.

Yan Siqing went in dressed in mourning, dragging a body that looked as frail as Lin Daiyu's.

"Let me, let me see the Marquis for the last time," everyone was still unable to react.

A frail body was clinging to the coffin, and it looked so shaky that people were afraid to go forward, for fear that the other person would fall to the ground as soon as they reached out their hand.

They cannot afford to be charged with murdering the marquis' family members.

Lan Guoer followed behind her and cried even more sadly than she did, "Madam, Madam, what are you doing? You are not well yet, please don't be sad anymore."

Wei Jin was so angry that she was about to get a stitch in her side. She had finally waited for the day of the burial, and from then on she wouldn't have to worry anymore.

I didn't expect this bitch to come and make trouble! She can't stand seeing the Marquis's Mansion doing well!

Thinking of the terrible disease he had contracted when he went to her yard that day, which had tortured her for so many days, he became even more furious.

"How can you act so recklessly in front of my son? What are you still standing there for? Drag her back to the yard."

The hoarse voice, like that of a old duck, obviously showed that he had been coughing for many days.

After receiving the order, who dared to step forward? They were all afraid that Yan Siqing, who was too weak, would touch their porcelain.

Yan Siqing looked back with tears in the corners of his eyes. Then his gaze seemed to be locked on someone. He suddenly rushed towards a man in luxurious clothes and knelt down in front of him.

The man was so scared that he hurriedly tried to help her, but Yan Siqing was already crying, "Your Highness, I, I just want to see the Marquis for the last time, even if it's just to look at him, please grant me that."

After crying, she wanted to kowtow again. The prince was afraid that she would not be able to get up after kowtow, so he helped her up.

When he saw Yan Siqing's face, which was bare of makeup but looked like a fairy, he was slightly stunned, as if he did not expect that the wife of Marquis Chang'an would have such a beautiful face.

The plain white linen dress wrapped lightly around her waist made her look so pitiful that she was even more graceful than the usual attire of the palace musicians.

Xiao Chengze was moved with compassion for a moment and went to visit the third prince who came with him.

The third prince Xiao Jinghe said: "Brother, Marquis Chang'an died for his country. If we can't even comfort his family, wouldn't it chill the hearts of the soldiers still at the border?"

Xiao Chengze looked at Yan Siqing gently: "In that case..."

Before he could finish his words, the old lady at the side rushed over with a hoarse voice.

"Your Highness, no!" He covered his face and cried again, "My son died on the battlefield, and his body has long been in tatters. How can I open the coffin and disturb his reincarnation!"

As he said this he burst into tears.

Xiao Chengze was in a dilemma for a moment.

Yan Siqing was still sobbing softly, "My husband and I are one, how could I disturb him? On the day of our wedding, my husband went to the border and I didn't even have the chance to see him. Even now, we are about to be separated by the Yin and Yang, is that not okay?"

Hearing this, Xiao Chengze naturally preferred to favor the poor girl.

Yan Yizhong, the Minister of Rites, stepped forward again and used his father's authority to put pressure on him, "Qing'er, don't make a fuss. Let Marquis Chang'an go in peace."

As he said this, he pretended to be deeply saddened, as if he was regretting the loss of an important general in the court.

Yan Siqing secretly thought that this old thing was quite good at pretending. After all, her acting skills had been cultivated for thousands of years, but this old thing could lie without blushing or getting nervous.

"Father, Si Qing just wanted to see the Marquis for the last time. Why, why did you stop me?" she said and burst into tears again.

Yan Yi Zhong looked displeased. Before his eldest daughter got married, she always obeyed him at home. Why was she being so unreasonable today?

Feeling that the authority of his father's generation was challenged, his voice became a little colder, "Qing'er, this is neither reasonable nor logical. You should not embarrass the princes."

Good man, he has already brought up the reasoning. If Yan Siqing continues to insist, he will really be accused of being ignorant of etiquette.

She didn't mind, but she absolutely couldn't ruin the original owner's reputation as a lady from a noble family.

He could only step back, holding Lang Guoer's hand, and watching those people carrying the coffin with tears in his eyes.

The prince had no choice but to order the coffin to be opened and buried. Only then did Yan Yi Zhong and Wei Jinshi's expressions look a little better.